I just sold “Jaiden’s Weaver” to Diamonds in the Sky, An Astronomical Anthology edited by Mike Brotherton. I’m extremely pleased by this because I came up with the idea for the setting while at the Launchpad Writer’s Workshop. Jerry Oltion, one of our fabulous instructors, helped me work out what it would be like to live on a planet that had rings.
Many, many thanks to the very kind folks who read the draft of this and offered feedback. You guys rock.
I love, love, love Subterranean Press and am so delighted to have finally landed a sale there. This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, right before Launchpad, but I was sitting on the news until I finished revisions. ((There’s a funny story here, which I’ll tell later.)) Which I just did and had accepted today. Hurrah!
Here’s the opening bit as a teaser. I’ll let you know when the story is up.
Mundari Vineyard 2045, Nashik (India), Shiraz
Black cherry, plum, and currant flavors mingle with aromas of sweet tobacco and sage in this dependable offering from India.
The sun peeking through the grapevines felt hotter on Bharat Mundari’s neck than twenty-four degrees. Another perfect day. Bharat scowled and worked his way down the row of vines, thinning the grapes so the remaining Shiraz crop would become fuller and riper.
Not that there was a point in having healthy vines when he couldn’t pay his weather bill. Without rain, the grapevines would weaken under the stress, and stressed grapes made poor wine. No one bought flawed wine.
Just to keep things in balance though, I should tell you that the night I got home from the Campbells, I had a rejection note waiting in my inbox. Doesn’t matter. My life is very, very good right now.
I will send a gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment here on my blog.
I donâ€™t know what that gift will be yet, but you will receive it within 365 days (likely sooner than later). This may end up being almost anything. It could be a gift box, a hand made craft, a thrift store/garage sale find, a holiday oriented fascination, a poem, a book, a photo, or something else I find. Anything.
The only thing you have to do in return is â€œpay it forwardâ€ by making a similar agreement on your Journal.
Yesterday, Rob asked me about a box on our curb. It had a towel and a car floor mat in it. I didn’t recognize either, but figured that someone had pulled it out of their car while loading some yardsale item in. Granted, it hadn’t been there the day of the yard sale, but neither of us could think of another reasonable idea.
Today, the towel blew off the box.
There’s been this stray cat hanging around our house for about a month. It’s a poor scrawny thing, with patchy fur. It was in the box. I wanted it to be sleeping, but what cat would sleep inches away from a busy road?
Someone must have hit it with their car and tried to find the owner. I mean, they took the time to stop and put it in the box and cover it with the towel. I wonder if they picked our house because that’s where the cat was headed or because one of our neighbors told them that we have a black cat.
I’ve got this strange mix of sadness and relief. The sadness is easy to understand. But the relief? She never looked happy and she’s not struggling to survive anymore. That’s not it though, not really. I’m relieved that she wasn’t my cat. I’m relieved that I know she was feral and that no one is sitting at home wondering where she is. And then that makes the sadness comes back around.
The county animal control is coming to pick up the body.
Portland has an old tradition of the Rose Festival and the Rose parade. Part of the Rose Parade tradition is that it always rains on the day of the parade. So, what day did we pick for our yard sale? Parade Day! We’ve had some customers, but not as many as we would like. The weather feels like November.
And with an hour left in the yard sale, we still have the cyclops head.
Edited to Add:Evan Nichols stopped by and took this photo of us. Note the grey and Novembery weather.
Today was a really wonderful day. We went to pick up a tansu chest that replaces the dressers we had in our bedroom. Our goal is to only have furniture that we both like. There are a couple of exceptions for sentimental reasons, but very few.
After that, we biked down to the farmers market. Oh, my goodness. I’d missed that so much. The produce is just starting to come in and there were some really gorgeous mushrooms. Biking home, we stopped at four or five yardsales (one was a whole street, so there were really more, but it was only one stop) but didn’t find anything until the last one. We got an ice chest for the trip across country, a pair of dress shoes for Rob, and a book from 1856 for me, called The Wedding Guest. It’s an anthology of marriage advice, some of which is presented in dramatic format. Really good stuff.
In the evening, we went down to Laurelhurst to see a 1953 film noir called The Big Heat. It was a very satisfying film.
The connection between 23 April and books was first made in 1923 by booksellers in Catalonia as a way to honour the author Miguel de Cervantes who died on that day. This became a part of the celebrations of the Saint George’s Day (also 23 April) in the region, where it has been traditional since the mediaeval era for men to give roses to their lovers and since 1925 for the woman to give a book in exchange. Half the yearly sales of books in Catalonia are at this time with over 400,000 sold and exchanged for over 4 million roses.
In 1995, UNESCO decided that the World Book and Copyright day would be celebrated on this date because of the Catalonian festival and because the date is also the anniversary of the birth and death of William Shakespeare, the death of Inca Garcilaso de la Vega and Josep Pla, the birth of Maurice Druon, Vladimir Nabokov, Manuel MejÃa Vallejo and HalldÃ³r Laxness
First Light Mainstage Production
Power. Sex. Status.
And thatâ€™s just the monkeys
David Zellnik’s SERENDIB is a witty comedy about a group of scientists trying to save the world’s most important monkey study. The scientists invite a team of filmmakers to create a documentary of their work and of the monkeys. But the guests prove to be more unwieldy than their hosts can handle. Combining puppet work and traditional theatre, SERENDIB ponders the line between empathy and anthropomorphism.
March 28 – April 22 , 2007
Tickets will be on sale starting February 1
What a fantastic way to start off 2007. Patrick Swenson just emailed me to say that he’d like to buy “Death Comes but Twice” for issue #35 of Talebones. I’m delighted. Talebones is one of my favorite magazines and I’ve been hankering to get in there.
My story Cerbo en Vitra ujo is in this issue of Apex Digest. It just went on sale. I do feel I should warn some of you that it is horror and fairly icky. But, if you enjoy horror, then please pick up a copy.
I just sold Cerbo in Vitra ujo to Apex Digest. It will probably be in Issue 6, which comes out in June, but I’ll post for certain when I know the date. I’m thrilled, although it is an icky, icky story–my first foray into horror. This will be the first sale that I don’t give my parents a copy of.
Mom is disturbed just knowing that I wrote a horror story.
In his notes to me, Jason Sizemore said, “Whoever wrote this has no soul…” Which I think is a compliment, given the circumstances.
I can’t believe it. Strange Horizons just wrote to say they want to buy Portrait of Ari at pro-rates! I’m beside myself with excitement–really, it takes two of me to express my joy fully.
Here’s the letter.
Dear Mary Robinette Kowal,
We’re pleased to accept your story “Portrait of Ari” for publication in Strange Horizons, at a rate of 5 cents/word.
Our current schedule has this running early in 2006, but that could change.
At some point between now and then, we’ll do a detailed editing pass and send you the results for your approval. But that probably won’t happen for another few weeks.
In the meantime, below please find a copy of our informational questionnaire. Once we receive your response to it, we will send you a check and contract. Please allow two months after sending the questionnaire for processing; if you haven’t received a check and contract within two months, please let us know. And please don’t hesitate to contact our editor-in-chief, Susan Marie Groppi, at firstname.lastname@example.org, if you have any questions about your contract.
If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask. And thank you for sending us this story!
For those of you following along, Susan Marie Groppi is my editor at All-Star Stories. I don’t know how much that had an impact on my story’s acceptance, but I’m counting my blessings in whatever form they take.
Now I just have to hope that tomorrow’s audition will go as well.
Yesterday something began to bloom that I am allergic to. After struggling with it, I gave in and took some medication this morning. As a result, my sinuses are clear, but my mind is fogged. I have to do much cleaning after the yard sale yesterday, as well as pack for my excursion tomorrow. I’m heading to Malibu to perfom Little Shop for a week. Should be exciting. Hopefully, whatever I’m allergic to won’t be blooming down there.
(Tor Books — August 21, 2018) Continuing the grand sweep of alternate history laid out in The Calculating Stars, The Fated Sky looks forward to 1961, when mankind is well-established on the moon and looking forward to its next step: journeying to, and eventually colonizing, Mars. Of course, the noted Lady Astronaut Elma York would like to go, […]